AN: So this is probably not what ya'll (I'm not really from the South, but my RA is so cute when she says this) had envisioned, but I wanted to do something a little bit nontraditional. Yes, I know it took me long enough, but it's my first semester at college, Notre Dame no less. Ok, I'm done rambling. On with it.
Chapter 2
It worked the first time. It should work this time, right? The logic of having absolutely no logic worked. Okay, stop thinking like that, Rabb. You're confusing the hell out of yourself now. You've got everything you need right to pull this off. Well, that really only consists of Mac and the ring. Right? I mean I feel like I should have something really elaborate planned. But what's the sense in that? I'm not flashy. Mac's not flashy. Hell, when I told here I loved her, I just blurted out, "Mac, you know I love you, right?" How's that for romantic?
That's why I feel like I should have something more planned then I do. Something more than me, Mac, a movie, and my couch. Should I wait? Should I buy flowers? How the hell am I supposed to know how to propose? This is not easy. Okay, breathe. Relax. This is Mac. You love her. She loves you. You can do this. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You don't have a clue, Hammer.
No, you can do this. How long have you wanted to marry Mac? A long time. How longed have you loved Mac? An even longer time. That's all that matters. What are you worrying about? She's going to say yes. Wait, is she going to say yes? I mean, we never really talked about getting married. Does she want to get married? Oh my God. How could I not have thought about this sooner? Because it doesn't matter that's why. You know that this is what you both want. Just get a grip and give her the damn ring will you? Ask her! It's just Mac. You know the woman you love. The woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. The woman who you want to carry your child. Scratch that—children. It's never going to happen if you don't ask her. What about now?
And we're done. R&R please. It makes me happy.
